This new morning reveals secrets,
the past nights' sudden bursts of rain
and wind, left the grassy areas of the
lawn...the bare soil...all soft and wet.
dark green moss and orange lichen, are
now peeping out from narrow apertures
on the concrete ground, from wet and
cracked fences....and on furrowed
barks of trees.

fine soggy soil is new home
to sprouting weeds
and on the base of trees, the
domed mushrooms grow sporadically,
moist to the touch....feathery, porous,
...all these growths, openly declare
we are drawn to the energy of the circle,
after night comes day...rain exits, giving
way to a rainbow and blue skies
...and smiles

there's hope, there's life,
in the least lighted parts
a breath is ever nigh  
the dark is not an ending
but a portal to a new beginning
even in jagged cracks,
in the dimmest, tiniest spaces
like holes and crevices,
life finds a way...to breathe,
its existence.



Sally


Copyright June 23, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Long before
orange-purple-pink-bluish shades vanish,
......before light evens out upon us,
before billows of clouds scatter and
fill the magnificent powder blue skies,
...fields...and other workplaces, are
already humming with activities.
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air drowns with a stream of sounds,
human, and otherwise.......voices,
...teaspoons against cups, mixing
a dark waking brew...rushing footfalls,
instructions given..revving up tractor motors,
chairs, tables moving...computers starting,
:::::::
comes  coffee breaks...and day's end
then...we go home to whoever, whatever
meets us at our doorstep...whether
our life is a bed of roses, or a bed of thorns
...or, something in between....or a mix...
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minor, major changes occur here, there,
everywhere...every second, every minute...
some seasons, dragonflies overpopulate,
wasps and honey bees swarm for their own
different reasons...flower buds turn to blooms,
various birds build nests based on their needs,
cocoons hang hidden...in silence....yet,
when time is right, new butterflies unwrap
....................and emerge...
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each day consists of old and new patterns
that lead to magical, new beginnings...
new discoveries,often called miracles,
...they happen while we are sleeping
...............when no one is looking
........or, even when we are awake,
.....but, just too busy to notice...
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from a nearby...or distant river
a sea breeze blows, and cools,
brushes..and touches... then tiptoes,
prancing upon other running currents,
acknowledging...emphatically reminding
that blessings from God are ever flowing
every breath taken, is a miracle...occurring
....while we are awake...or sleeping
whether or not, someone is looking...
:::::::


Sally


Copyright May 21, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I couldn’t think of a gift off the top of my head
So I decided to tell you a story instead….
Once upon a time there was a girl with a broken heart
Bear with me, I know this isn’t a very happy start
But this girl, she was broken for quite a while
She needed to mend herself so being single became her style
She locked up her heart and threw away the key
A lot of time passed before she realized that wasn’t the way to be
She wanted a change but didn’t know where to start
She began to wonder if she could ever unlock her heart
So she decided to let her guard down and just go with the flow
Until one night she put on a black dress and went to Toads for a show
She had some drinks and the night was like any other
Except she mustered up some courage and asked a boy for his number
They started talking and a few weeks later went on their first date
She was excited and then nervous because she was running pretty late
Thankfully he didn’t think her tardiness was all that rude
But the kitchen was closed so he couldn’t order any food
They had some drinks and talked for quite a while
He had on a plaid shirt and had such a handsome smile
He suggested they actually get dinner sometime
And the thought of seeing him again suited her just fine
She unlocked her heart and freed up some room
And over the next few months their relationship began to bloom
They have the perfect balance of normal and weird
And sometimes he even lets her play with his very long beard
Getting to know him has truly been such a treat
He is kind, talented, smart, and sweet
So do you remember that broken girl from before?
Well these days she couldn’t ask for anything more
Being with him has challenged her in such a positive way
So she wrote this for their first Valentine’s Day